School's annual cultural event
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wiseheartWell, it is over - and I'm happy about it. But it was a delightful 3 and a half hours, and most of the performances truly outstanding for kids between 6 and 14 years.
My class was involved in two productions: the Irish dance and the Farewell Waltz at the very end. While the waltz was visually more spectacular, and I'm very happy that everyone who wanted to participate was allowed to do so, even the clumsy and less than pretty girls, the Irish dance was... well, just wow!
The girls were clad as Elves... well, actually more as Flower Fairies or butterflies: in long-sleeved black T-shirts, black tighs, very short, bright red full skirts and there was a wide piece of black gauze fastened to their backs and hands, so that it looked as if they had wings. The music was fast and fierce, and the entire dance gave me the impression of young fillies galloping on the spring meadow. It took a lot of energy out of the girls, but they performed beautifully.
Two of my colleagues, who were responsible for the classes B and D danced with them, while the class teacher of Class A myself (I have Class C) were the two monks with burning torches at the beginning of the piece. Thankfully, we didn't have to jump around with the things, just cross the dance floor twice with dance steps, but it was great fun nevertheless.
Of course, things are never easy. Some ten minutes before our performance, we realized that someone had kicked over the dratted torches and all the oil had seeped out. Consequently, they didn't burn at all! We began to panick a little, when someone managed to organize some candles, which we simply put atop the torches and lit. That worked reasonably, well, aside fromt he fact that I had hot, molten wax dropping onto my fingers all the time. *g*
But we mananged the dance nevertheless, and had great success. The waltz, too, was wonderful. Seeing my girls whom I met at first in 3rd term (at the age of 8) dressed up as true young ladies, elegant and oh so beautiful, almost made me cry. I'm promised some pictures, so I might show them at least the Edhellond crowd, unless I happen to figure out how to post pics to LJ. And my boys looked cool, too. Who'd think what a white shirt, a bow-tie and black trousers can make of those guys.
Anyway, it'll be strange to let them go. I've had this class for six years - they weren't always easy (to put it mildly), but there are some truly wonderful kids among them (first and foremost my not-so-little-anymore Silvan girl), whom I'll miss greatly. And due to structural changes at school I don't teach in lower primary anymore, so I'll probably never see another class grow up like I've seen this one.
*off to find some Kleenex*
My class was involved in two productions: the Irish dance and the Farewell Waltz at the very end. While the waltz was visually more spectacular, and I'm very happy that everyone who wanted to participate was allowed to do so, even the clumsy and less than pretty girls, the Irish dance was... well, just wow!
The girls were clad as Elves... well, actually more as Flower Fairies or butterflies: in long-sleeved black T-shirts, black tighs, very short, bright red full skirts and there was a wide piece of black gauze fastened to their backs and hands, so that it looked as if they had wings. The music was fast and fierce, and the entire dance gave me the impression of young fillies galloping on the spring meadow. It took a lot of energy out of the girls, but they performed beautifully.
Two of my colleagues, who were responsible for the classes B and D danced with them, while the class teacher of Class A myself (I have Class C) were the two monks with burning torches at the beginning of the piece. Thankfully, we didn't have to jump around with the things, just cross the dance floor twice with dance steps, but it was great fun nevertheless.
Of course, things are never easy. Some ten minutes before our performance, we realized that someone had kicked over the dratted torches and all the oil had seeped out. Consequently, they didn't burn at all! We began to panick a little, when someone managed to organize some candles, which we simply put atop the torches and lit. That worked reasonably, well, aside fromt he fact that I had hot, molten wax dropping onto my fingers all the time. *g*
But we mananged the dance nevertheless, and had great success. The waltz, too, was wonderful. Seeing my girls whom I met at first in 3rd term (at the age of 8) dressed up as true young ladies, elegant and oh so beautiful, almost made me cry. I'm promised some pictures, so I might show them at least the Edhellond crowd, unless I happen to figure out how to post pics to LJ. And my boys looked cool, too. Who'd think what a white shirt, a bow-tie and black trousers can make of those guys.
Anyway, it'll be strange to let them go. I've had this class for six years - they weren't always easy (to put it mildly), but there are some truly wonderful kids among them (first and foremost my not-so-little-anymore Silvan girl), whom I'll miss greatly. And due to structural changes at school I don't teach in lower primary anymore, so I'll probably never see another class grow up like I've seen this one.
*off to find some Kleenex*
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Date: 2005-04-08 11:26 pm (UTC)I guess you can only hope that in their six years with you, you managed to put some useful learning in their brains and that you made as big an impression on them as they did on you. I imagine so!
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